167: C167 Your Strength

C167 Your Strength

Suction.

Taking a deep breath, Shee San smiled and said, "Lin Fann, I think we should sit down and have a good talk."

Pain, it was too painful.

Originally, he wanted to show his prowess by shaking hands with Lin Fann. After all, his dragon claw hands weren't a problem at all.

However, after exerting all of his strength, he found that he was unable to move Lin Fann at all. On the contrary, Lin Fann had crushed his finger bones.

Under the pain, he could only choose to compromise. He had no choice but to give in to Lin Fann.

"Shee San, I like your attitude."

Letting go of his hands, Lin Fann said with a smile, "We should have sat down and talked calmly."

After finally getting rid of Lin Fann's shackles, Shee San hurriedly shook his hand.

Shee San finally stopped as he clenched his teeth.

"Lin Fann, you surprised me."

After calming himself down, Shee San snorted coldly: "Causing trouble at Qing Hall's territory and beating so many of my subordinates, do you think it's over like this?"

"Shee San, I think you've misunderstood something?"

Lin Fann curled his lips in disdain and ridiculed: "Even if you want to end this matter, I don't want to. The fact that you guys didn't keep your promise deeply hurt my heart."

Lin Fann patted his chest and sighed. "Do you understand what I mean? You have to compensate me for my mental damages."

"The ignorant is fearless. Lin Fann, do you really think that your strength is heaven-defying?"

Walking to Hairy # 2's side, Shee San patted Gao Zhuang's face and said, "I admit that you're very strong, and even I may not be your match. But no matter how strong you are, it's impossible for you to fight against the entire Qing Hall."

"It's hard to fight against four fists with one hand, you should understand that."

After spitting on the ground, Shee San's face was full of gloominess: "As long as I give the order, all of Qing Hall's brothers will come out, and you can deal with them all by yourself?"

Her voice was not loud, but it was full of threat.

When he shook hands with Lin Fann earlier, Shee San guessed that Lin Fann's strength had probably reached the level of a Fighter.

Even though he was unwilling to believe it, the possibility of him having an early stage Bright Strength strength was extremely high.

However, if they truly attacked, Lin Fann was by himself, and it was impossible for him to defend against the entire Qing Hall of his brothers.

This was Shee San's bargaining chip, and also Shee San's backing.

However, Lin Fann's next sentence immediately shattered Shee San's chips on the ground.

"If I'm not wrong, your strength is only at the level of a martial artist that you just touched."

Lin Fann tapped on the gambling table with his finger and said: "I'm not bragging. In my eyes, with your strength, you're not even fit to carry my shoes."

"Of course you don't need to be so angry, and there's no need to directly prove anything."

Lin Fann raised his hand and swung it. The next moment, a hand blade hacked towards a corner of the gambling table.

"If you can guarantee that you'll be as tough as the gambling table, you can try and make a move against me."

With a chop of his hand, a corner of the gambling table was chopped off.1

With a bang, a game table fell to the ground.

This voice also struck Shee San and the others' hearts as they stared fixedly at the hole on the gambling table.

Just like cutting tofu, his palm landed and cut off the gambling table?

The smooth hole caused one's eyelids to twitch.

"Your strength, your strength."

If he felt that he still had a seventy to eighty percent chance of dealing with Lin Fann, then now that he saw Lin Fann's move, his confidence dropped to thirty to forty percent.

Shee San stared at Lin Fann with his mouth agape and his shattered hands trembling.

It was true that he had touched upon the threshold of martial arts not long ago, but he had never mentioned this matter. Even his two closest brothers did not know about it.

pqdm.com